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SJS Rochester. New York U609 USA 

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ID. Gvdion 

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Out o( sight, down in the d«p 
places where the live* of millions 
are imprisoned by the greed, and 
the fear, and the power of civiliza- 
tion, Justice is waiting and breath- 
ing and expanding his chest. Jus- 
tice is impersonal, and gods and 
men lose themselves in Him. 

jK j^ j^ J^ 
\V. W. HICKS. 

Toronto, Canada. 

Entered according t<) Act of the Parliament of Cana- 
da, in the Year One Thousand Nie Hundred and One. 
by B. F. Austin, at ihe Depart- jnt of Agriculture. 

H). Gydion 

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Out of sight, down in the dtcp 
places where the lives of millions 
ite imprisoned by the greed, and 
the fear, and the power of civiUia- 
tion. Justice U waiting aid breath- 
ing and expanding his chest. Jus- 
tice is impersonal, and gods and 
men lose themfclves in Him. 



1 iS 


Huiniin life is Cull of surprises. I 
am about to tell v >u of one that fell 
to me and what i.iiiic of it. 

It was on an Aujjust afternoon in 
the City of New York that I was 
hurryin from an cast side ferry, 
making short cuts to reach my des- 
tination, which Wi's a printing he jse 
near Cooper Union. A fearful 
storm suddenly brol forth and the 
rain fell in torrenf and the wind 
seemed a hurricane. Suddenly 
turning' a corner the wind rever.-ed 
my umbrella and almost swept ,-. 
off my feet. I hurried on, hop! j^- 
to find a convenient shelter other 
than a lienor saloon and soon sight- 
ed a narrow alley and instinctively 
turned my steps into it. 1 had gone 
but a few steps when the sign, 

noah's ark 
over a basement door caught my 
eye, and in the only window, partly 
hidden by a stoop leading to the 
house above, was a neatly lettered 
legend— Umbrella Hospital. With- 
out hesitation 1 entered the shop. 


for surely, thought I, an ark should 
be my refuge from such a storm 
and my umbrella sadly needs repairs. 
Standing behind a sort of coun- 
ter which served also for a work 
bench, was a tall, portly, clean- 
shaven, white-haired man, busy 
mending an old coffee-pot and hum- 
ming in a reminiscent way a tune 
familiar to me, but not often heard 
in New York outside of a theatre 
orchestra when some southi-in sen- 
timent holds the stage. For a few 
moments the busy tinker did not, 
apparently, notice my intrusion, but 
I fancied from the quick change 
which passed over his countenance 
that he sensed my presence and was 
intent upon finishing the bit of sol- 
dering before welcoming a possible 
castomer. The job finished, he 
ceased humming and our eyes met. 
Reader, did you ever see a ghost ? 
Then you can sympathize with my 
agitation as I gazed, speechless with 
awe for a few moments, upon the 
face that beamed upon me. The 
agitation was all on my side and 
was soon calmed by a voice that in 


past years had charmed and inspired 
thousands. ReciTverinjj my com- 
posure I began to declare my sur- 
prise and delight while clasping the 
hand of one I had for years mourned 
as among the dead. 

" I do not mi.stake," I said. "You 
are my old friend, my teacher, my 
leader in many a struggle — Sena- 
tor — " 

" Hush," he interrupted, " don't 
speak my name ; walls have ears, 
and by all the memories you have 
evoked let it now, at least, be for- 
gotten. I am M. Gydion, a poor 
tinker of poor people's kitchen ware, 
a cleaner of watches, an umbrella 
mender, a cobbler ot the shoes of 
poverty, and the happy skipper of 
Noah's Ark, into which stragglers 
are welcome on rainy days and the 
children of the streets always." 

M. Gydion left his work bench 
and gave me a most cordial wel- 
come as he threw about my slender 
person his great brawny arms. 

" You are more than surprised," 
he continued, as we seated ourselves 
upon an old-fashioned sofa, "you 


are astounded, nor do 1 wonder ; 
but you need not fear that my new- 
name means that I have disjjraced 
the old one." 

" I am too happy at finding you 
upon the earth," I replied, " to in- 
quire into the reasons for changing- 
your name ; and yet — " 

" It is not wanting in euphony," 
he quickly interrupted. " M. Gyd- 
ion, philosopher, soldier, politician, 
whom you knew in other times by a 
different sound and whose salt of 
friendship you have often eaten and 
by whose side you have contended 
in many a conflict, political, human- 
itarian and spiritual." 

"Yes," I added, "and whose 
voice I now recall ringing out from 
many a rostrum and in many an 
open field, charged with quickening 
words of warning and of duty to his 
fellow men, and — " 

"Who," broke in M. Gydion, 
"having outlived his public oppor- 
tunity among his own people and 
the brave companions of his prime 
manhood, and having yielded up to 
God's eternal keeping the earthly 


idols of his heart, dropped into ob- 
scurity, soufjht and found here, in- 
the very heart of poverty and mis- 
ery and crime, forgetfulness of par- 
tisan rancour, a field of humble use- 
fulness, and a convenient sanctuary 
in which to ripen for a better life 
than we have known — M. Gydion, 

My remarkable friend spoke with 
an earnestness and a pathos which 
vividly recalled that time in his 
eventful life when he easily ranked 
with the greatest orators and when 
the magnetic flashes from his glori- 
ous eyes enthralled the thousands 
who, for the moment, were capti- 
vated and thrilled by the burning 
words and the splendid climaxes. 

A tumult of recollections distract- 
ed my mind as I pictured him in 
that great conflict of the giants of 
more than a generation past, stand- 
ing almost alone among his peers in 
his native state for the preservation 
of the Union and for the freedom of 
the slave. Drawn to his standard 
as a youth, and inspired by his tow- 
ering example, I beheld him bear- 

*> M. GVDION. 

ing it high above all with a proud 
and stalwart arm ; now driven from 
his home, now hiding in the wilder- 
ness, fed betimes by the black hu- 
man ravens of God's care, and now 
in the midst of a mighty following 
in the e.irly reconstruction days when 
questions most perplexing demand- 
ed solution, and the natural rights 
of a race were born into practical 
life,— until exhausted, broken, de- 
spoiled of home and family, and al- 
most bereft of reason, he found re- 
newed life, but not his lost trea- 
sures, in retirement, — a retirement 
nobly earned and enriched with the 
consciousness of having done his 
full part in the great conflict in the 
interest of his whole country and of 
Humanity at a cost incapable of 

"And you thought me dead," 
continued M. Gydion, "and you 
were right. I have been some time, 
and am now, dead— to all the past, 
its bitterness, its wrongs which are 
being avenged, its conflicts and its 
triumphs — " 

" But the great conflict is still on," 

M. GVnioN. q 

I replied, "and in man) of its phases, 
in the best interests of Humanity, 
doubtful in the issue. You were 
never more needed, M. Gydion, than 
to-day, and I cannot agree with you 
that, being dead to certain things of 
the past, you are absolved from ob- 
ligations to the living present and to 
oncoming times." 

" You touch a vital spot there," 
said M. Gydion, "and I hope you 
will not misunderstand me. As 
Sopiiocles, in one of his characters, 
says : 

' It is still my care to make my life, 
Not by words illustrious, but by deeds.' 
" I am no more in the swim of 
life from a public point of view. I 
am anchored within one of the great 
reaches of the river of humanity 
where what seems stagnation pre- 
vails and only the unrelated drift 
eddies and swirls aimlessly, and the 
occasion-!, storm breaks in to puri- 
fy, to separate and to hurl again the 
flotsam and jetsam into the swift 
current onward to the sea. 

" One of the results of the great 
revolution against Justice and Hu- 

JO M. GV1)10N'. 

manily was the entire obliteration 
for me of the holy things which 
make this world desirable to upright 
men. I am not complaining. On 
the contrary, I am deeply indebted 
to all the events of the past and to 
all the sacritices which attended my 
duty and my opportunit> , and with 
a great philosopher, I have learned 
in all things and conditions to be 
content as to my personal life ; do- 
ing the right as God gives me to 
see the right. 

"To the great party of Humanity 
whose principles I espoused and de- 
fended and still hold firmly, I am as 
one left behind, overlooked, forgot- 
ten, as you may think, but you are 
wrong there. Forgotten in high 
places, doubtless; " left behind ?" 
— no. In the excited surface and 
among the dividers of spoils I am 
not known — never was — but at the 
heart of movements I have my place. 
I can feel the pulse of necessity, of 
destiny, of opportunity, as never be- 
fore. I am more closely in touch 
with humanity than ^ .er before, and 
my heart never beat with higher 

M. r.vniON. It 

courage for the masses of mankind 
than it does to-day. All great 
movements have their origin in and 
press up from the lowest strata of 
society, and the real saviours of hu- 
manity enter upon their divine work 
through the lowest door. 

" Down in this deep sounding of 
humanity I have rare privileges and 
rare opportunities. I am near to 
the lowest condition of human move- 
mer s, in the midst of those who, 
because they are struggling, groan- 
ing, and suffering at the bottom, 
must needs get on, ascend, and, no 
matter how slow and painful the 
progress, eventually reach to the 
top. All the possibilities of the 
highest expression in life, of the 
noblest character in the individual, 
and the purest condition of Society 
and the State are here found, do 
here spring, here are born and utter 
their first lisp— here, in Slum Alley. 
" For the rest I may say, age 
does not wrinkle me ; memory does 
not deprive me of sleep. Work and 
thought do not weary me. The 
kind patronage of poverty, of 

13 M. CiVDIOV. 

wretchedness, and of innocence, 
keeps my heart young- and my hands 
busy ; also it furnishes me bread. 
Death has, like some other things 
and powers, overlooked me, and 
seems to have forgotten my right to 
his merciful visitation. But I can 
be as patient as death. I do not 
regret the past, but neither do I 
dwell with its sorrows and events 
in doleful lamentations. 

' I grieve ..ot that I once did grieve, 
In m' large joy of sight and touch 
Beyond what others count for such, 
I am content to sufTer much. 
I know— i» all the mourner saith, 
Knowledge by suffering cntereth j 
And Life is perfected by Death.' 

Your face is the first to confront 
me out of that past which holds all 
as yet, and your voice, like the 
trumpet of resurrection wakes with- 
in me the life that .vas dead. You 
are most welcome to Noah's Ark, 
but you will swear never to betray 
by sign or word the identity of its 
old master— your hand on that." 



There was matchless pathos in 
the voice and moisture in the eye of 
M. Gydion as he extended a},'ain to 
me his hand and clasped my own in 
a compact that I willingly and hon- 
estly made. 

The storm from whose fury I had 
sought shelter had now ceased, and 
only a gentle rain patter jd upon the 
pavement. M. Gydion became the 
delightful host and opened to me all 
the features and beauties of " Noah's 
Ark." The front room in which we 
sat was divided off into several de- 
partments. One corner contained a 
shoemaker's kit and on a convenient 
shelf was an assortment of shoes of 
all conceivable conditions and qual- 

Facing the window was a watch- 
maker's bench with a number of 
fine tools and a small brazier filled 
with burning coals, an alcohol lamp 
with plenty of blowpipes and solder- 
ing irons. 

The counter or bench behind 
which I Hist saw M. Gydion was 
littered with odds and ends of vari- 


oiis useful and ornamental articles, 
such as may be seen in the windows 
of pawnshops, but tumbled about 
without order or classification. On 
the end farthest from the window 
stocJ a large willow basket filUd 
with odd dishes of every sort while 
the shelves behind contained an in- 
describable assortment of tins, bot- 
tles, hardware for household use, a 
generous lot of candies in glass jars, 
and some very old-fashioned, well- 
worn hats. Immediately in front 
near the dooi was a rack which held 
a dozen or more faded and more or 
less broken umbrellas, and a few 
that had evidently been mended, the 
tags upon them indicating that they 
might be called for. 

Altogether the room had the ap- 
pearance of a veritable curiosity 
shop and a lumber room for all con- 
ceivable odds and ends, useful once, 
but now superseded by newer in- 
ventions. An old chair or two, with 
the sofa referred to, comprised the 
furniture. An air of ancient respec- 
tability pervjided all with a renas- 
ctnt glow. 

M. GYDION. 15 

I became deeply interesten in a 
few of the hats which seemed to sur- 
mount faces looking at you out of 
very ancient civilizations. M. Gyd- 
ion noticed my scrutiny and divined 
my thought. 

" Hats," he said, "are speaking 
monuments. They contain marvel- 
lou-- histories and reveal deep se- 
crets. The original wearer of this 
one, for example," taking down a 
very shabby, tall, shaggy, much in- 
dented specimen, now almost rim- 
less, " was doubtless given to much 
gaiety and was otherwise, when he 
could afford it, gairishly attired. A 
mixture of beau and philosopher, 
who set the fashion and sat in judg- 
ment on the world. He was not a 
worker but an exhibit and lived by 
his wits. A retired and unappreci- 
ated actor, to whom it had descend- 
ed, left it with me one day in ex- 
change for good advice and a few 
shillings, after eloquently reciting 
its pedigree. He was a ' fellow of 
infinite jest' and a broken life. 
' Give it a prominen* "° in your 
Art/acomb, M. Gydi •■.. e said as 


•v. (ivi)roN. 

we parted, ' for it deserves preser- 
vation. It is all that remains of a 
long line of >food fellows who, if 
they did not add to the wisdom of 
the world, greatly relaxed its ten- 
sion. • It wears a sad, introspective 
look and carries in its dumb keep- 
ing the serious records of those 
whose jests and follies it aided to 
punctuate in its active time." 

" But here is a far different rem 
nant," and as he spoke M. Gydion 
handed dowi a sort of skull cap 
woven out of some kind of verv c ^ 
grass or root fibre and lined ■ h 
the finest cashmere goat hair work 1 
in the oriental fashion in severa. 

' ' This cap, " continued M. Gydion, 
"comes from afar and belongs to a 
fashion of life and a world of 
thought wide away from us. It was 
worn by one of those mysterious 
beings known as an ' Adept,' a high 
priest of .he occult. If you will 
look closely within you will see 
many symbolic figures deftly in- 
wrought by a skillful hand, repre- 
senting in color and fo..ii what look 

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like zodiacal signs, a serpent fetich 
some phallic symbols, anj here, as 
a sort of clasp in the very centre, 
the form of a triangle with the sa- 
cred letters, one at each point, form- 
ing the word A. U. M.. the great- 
est word in the Sanslcrit language, 
and probably the most frequently 
and devoutly repeated word in any 
language among mortals. 

" So much for the little topte it- 
self. It came to me in an abrupt 
way. The most remarkable person 
I ever knew honored mc with his 
friendship some years ago. He 
drifted into my Ark out of che 
maelstrom of the Bowery one day, 
tired, ragged and hungry. He calU 
ed himself Pascima. He came into 
rny world, as I have said, out of the 
Bowery, which may appear incon- 
grous to you. ' Can any good thing 
come out of Nazareth ?• The best 
that ever blessed the world did nine- 
teen centuries ago, and out of the 
world's Nazarethsdo the redeem- 
ers yet come. That section of New 
York of which the Bowery is the 
great thoroughfare, is viewed most- 



ly from one, the material, point of 
view. It is the seething vortex of 
crime, abject poverty, unnameable 
wretchedness and degradation in 
the thought of the multitude out- 
side. The scum of the world's de- 
generacy is supposed to sweat and 
breed here. But there is another 
view, a truer one. Ignorance, 
crime, want, degeneracy, abjectness, 
all are conceded, but these things 
and conditions are confronted by 
their opposites in sublime reality. 
T' ere is much redemption in the 
B very. Here you will fmd better 
Greek and Latin, Hebrew and Sans- 
krit scholars, toiling and living in 
obscurity than can be found in all 
the universities and colleges in 
America. Profoundest philosophers 
are here whose names will never be 
read on the title pages of ponderous 
books, whose lives, like their 
thoughts, are pure, sweet and lum- 
inous. They speak all languages ; 
they are of all nationalities and they 
project most righteous thought into 
the universe for its hope and better- 
ment. The love of God has many 

M. GVDION. ig 

homesteads here, and the Christ of 
innocence and compassion and holy- 
deeds is no stranger where destitu- 
tion and wretchedness are most in 

"Through this door came Pas- 
cima, the Hindoo, to Noah's Ark. 
His knowledge of the English lan- 
guage was excellent, and in the 
Book of Nature he was deeply vers- 
ed. Public affairs did not trouble 
him, and the wild contentions of 
men did not disturb the serenity of 
his life, although a more active mind 
in his own pursuits I never knew. 
His keen eyes seemed to search out 
the invisible causes and he had the 
power of illuminating you with a 
look or a nod. It was impossible to 
judge his age. He was fatherly in 
his sympathies and child-like in his 
nature — altogether lovable. Yes, 
he was a Pagan— at least he was 
not a Christian as most of us use 
the word, but I felt that 1 was en- 
tertaining a Christ-like person in 

" ' What brought you to this Ba- 
bel of the world i" I asked him one 




" ' To search for my brothers and 
sisters,' he quietly replied. 

" ' Not your flesh and blood kin- 
dred, surely?' 

" ' No— and yes— for all mankind 
are of one ; yet I search for my 
brothers and sisters in Karma and 
I have found.' 

" He domiciled himself here with 
me until his mission was accomplish- 
ed, and then he vanished into the 
universe leaving: in my possession 
this cap which was not worn by him, 
but had been by his master, who 
lived somewhere in the heijjhts of 
the Himalayas. Some day I will 
tell you more of this mysterious 
friend and brother, whose influence 
abides upon me and within the Ark. 
" No, I am not superstitious, nor 
am I given to weird speculations, 
but I am far from holding- lightly 
the doctrines of our Aryan ances- 
tors in respect of what is known as 
Karma, and that other doctrine held 
in some form by all the ancient phil- 
osophers— Reincarnation or Trans- 
migration of souls. Few will t,ues- 

M. ClvniON. 21 

tion Wordsworth's poetic outgoing : 

'Our bil-lli is lull ,1 sloep 

Anil a foi);i?llinjr ; 
The soul that rises with us, 

Our life star, 
Has had elsewhere its settitijf 

And eoineth from afar.' 

" Or Tennyson's larger token : 

' Yet how should I for i?ertain hold 
Because my memory is so cold, 
That \ first was in human mould. 
It may be that no life is found, 
Which only to one on),'ine bound 
Falls oir, but cycles always round. 
But if I lapsed from nobler plate, 
Some les:end of a fallen race 
Alone mi^ht hint ol my disg^race. 
Or if throuffh lower lives I came — 
Tho' all experience became 
Consolidate in mind and frame— 
I mijfht forget my weaker lot ; 
For is not • first year forgot ? 
The haunt . of Memory echo not. 
Moreover, something is, or seems. 
That touches me with mystic gleams, 
Like glimpses of forgotten dreams— 
Of something fell, like something here ; 
Or something done I know not where ; 
Such as no language c;in declare.' 

"The philosophers agree and 
speculate as the poets sing, that 


M. r.VDION. 

transmigration must be, either for 
reasons of retribution for sins com- 
mitted in the former state, or as a 
law of development. Be it so. An 
honest man would pay his debts 
and the deathless soul would on- 
ward gfo." 

A second room back was M. 
Gydion's living and sleeping apart- 
ment. It was comfortably furnish- 
ed and contained, among other 
companionable things, a well-filled 
mahogany book case with writing 
desk attachment. Th;s room be- 
came a hallowed place to me for 
many months after my first visit, 
and the memory of the many happy 
hours spent within its walls, listen- 
ing to the voice that, .-ilas ! is now 
hushed in death, is inexpressibly 
dear to me now. 

While i -.vns taking note of the 
contents of Noah's Ark a little rag- 
ged tot timidly entered and inquired 
if the coCie-pct was done, "Me 

M. GYDION. 23 

mudder wants to make de coffee, 
an' Mr. Glydion wats de pay ?" 

Her voice was low and musical, 
and the child showed in her manner 
great respect for M. Gydion, whose 
face beamed a blessing upon her 
wan features. " Ready, my dear," 
replied M. Gydion, "and the pay is 
a cup of coffee on demand." And 
the well-patched and old-fashioned 
utensil was handed to the child. 

"You is so good, Mister Glydion," 
sweetly murmured the child, " an' 
me mudder says as No's Ark is de 
life-bote in de alley," and quickly 
disappeared. M. Gydion called her 
back and thereupon I learned what 
the candy jars meant in Noah's Ark. 
" There," sighed M. Gydion, after 
the ragged child had gone with a 
light step and happy heart, " the 
quality of gratitude in Slum Alley 
should be sufficient to inspire a man 
to undertake the i-^demption of the 

M. Gydion's face glowed with de- 
light, while I looked upon him with 
increasing wonder and reverence. 
I could but cc.isif^sr how strangely 

'^ M. iivnio.v. 

he had driflecl into ob.scurify from 
the commanclinj,. position (no. offi- 
cial) which he had occupied. I re 
called the fact that men of his time 
and age, and from the same jreo- centre, who had fought 
for the "lost cause," had been re- 
ceived with open arms by their po- sympathisers in New York 
and had been elevated to positions 
of great trust and responsibility as 
well as emolument, most worthily 
too, as if in repentant recognition 
of what once in their careers was 
denounced by them, under pressure 
of public sentiment, as treason. 

But here, before me, stood a man 
xvhose services to humanity and for 
h>s country entitled him not alone to 
gratitude but to honor, and in his 
old age to protection from possible 
want, unrecognized and unknown, 
his very name forgotten by the pres- 
ent leaders and powers in the great 
party who5c Lanner he had carried 
over most stubborn and defiant 
treasons in the most crucial time of 
any age. " Republics are ungrate- 
tul " has been said, and history will 

M. r.vr>i"N. 2- 

often, if not greperally, show that 
the true leaders are often the world's 
martyrs in the end. Republics are 
not ungrateful, and the American 
Republic least of all, but in the con- 
stitution, division and control of 
parties with us, it must be that un- 
scrupulous party leaders and spoils- 
men to whom are given almost des- 
potic powers by corrupting party 
methods, will pass by and ignore 
the modest, worn-out veteran whose 
upright soul can not be made sub- 
servient to the degrading ambition 
of political bosses. Had M. Gydion 
been a clamorous seeker after place, 
humbly begging " recognition " at 
the hands of some magnate of his 
party, he doubtless might have been 
permitted to serve in some civic ca- 
pacity, or perchance been honored 
by permission to stand before his 
countrymen for some elective office. 
But men who serve their country 
and the world in their highest sense, 
counting no sacrifice too great to 
make for the just cause, are not the 
men who are capable of such abject 
political subserviency, preferring 


M. C.VniON. 

poverty a.iU for{,' until death 
conducts them to eveih.slinK honor 
and fflory. M. Gydion was con- 
spicuously one of these.* 

The rain had entirely ceased, and 
the sun was sinking; in the west be- 
fore I could brinjj myself to the 
parting word. Permission was 
cheerfully given me to call as often 
as I could, a privilege which I learn- 
ed to prize beyond all earthly things 
as the days went by. Almost every 
evening found me at Noah's Ark, 

*A distinguished Union General who was 
also a most able advocate of Republican 
principles before the people, told the writ- 

with o hers of his state (Southern), pro 
eul-Mh'" '':;'''' "P""-- waste places and 
establish, under the Government, the new 
order, the chief difficulty encountered was 
Irom the ignoring of the brave men who 
tiad borne the burden in the heat of the 
day and the rushing in of the mere poli- 
tician who would most faithfully obey the 
parly " Boss " at every sacrifice to the 
people. This brave and well-known sol- 
dier received a modest pension from the 
government, and was always in demand 
when his party was contending for power. 
Hut no place of trust and emolument could 
be found for him on account of the claims 
ot younger men. He finally retired from 
public sight and died at a'liuiet retreat 
and was buried by a few old comrades of 
the Grand Army of the Republic. 



until M. (iydioii tame li- expect me 
with llu- teiKleiest coiiLorn. We 
lived the old days over a^ain. 
Noah's Ark became a temple for the 
worship of the heroes of our day 
and time, in whose mig-hty strug- 
gles M. Gydion had born a conspic- 
uous part, and with many of them 
had held confidential relations, and 
of whose inner life he, of all men, 
was most competent to speak. 

In the long evenings I would sit 
in his cabin, as he called his private 
apartment, and by question and sug- 
gestion would draw from the storm- 
tried veteran, his opinions, his re- 
collections of the great events and 
characters of his time, the lessons 
of his life and his confidences for 
the future. 

He had mastered the great les- 
sons of life and had solved many of 
I'-s most perplexing problems. The 
future was secure. " I do not con- 
cern about what some people call 
' Future Life. ' Nothing of the kind 
is kept in store for us. We shall 
continue, and all things fit shall 
continue for us, and the unfit shall 

28 M. GVniON. 

cease and end." 

His life had been seasoned by ad- 
versity and enriched by experience, 
and was opening upon freedom and 

There was no taint of bitterness 
in his reminiscences and no cloud in 
his sky that did not portend jjood. 
All human problems were bein},' solv- 
ed in his altruistic philosophy in the 
highest interest of the lowest crea- 
ture. God was no myth to him, 
nor some indescribable personality 
of selfish glory, unapproachable and 

His God was immanent in nature 
and in man, and was the eternal 
presence of good in all things small 
and great. M. Gydion was relig- 
ious in the best sense, as are all 
great disturbers of the world's apa- 
thy and equilibrium for the better 
and the better. 

At different times he placed in my 
hands manuscripts containing his 
thoughts on momentous themes, 
written in the midst of far-reaching, 
world-stirring events, with brief but 
comprehensive character pictures of 

M. OMIION. 29 

the men who, duringf the past cen- 
tury h.ive most deeply, for good or 
for ill, impressed the age. Only 
the most modest self-recognition ap- 
pears, where 1 know that his own 
efforts and character were most con- 
spicuous and potent. Here and 
there the of his soul, un- 
shaken amid fearful opposition, is 
recorded, and here and there, a ten- 
der touch, in evidence of his close 
fellowship with the greatest and the, brightens the page. 

" Noah's Ark " was the Mecca of 
the dwellers in Slum Alley and ad- 
jacent communities. 

M. Gydion had nothing for sale 
except the work of his hands for 
patching a shoe, mending a coffee- 
pot or an umbrella, or rejuvenating 
a watch or a clock, or a child's doll, 
and the charge never exceeded a few 
pennies over the cost of material 
used, and more frequently nothing 
at all. His humble shop was filled 
with such articles as I have briefly 
mentioned, and I soon learned that 
they were constantly being purchas- 
ed by him irom the hard pressed 

3° M- CVDION. 

poor, who were his patrons and 
charge, only to be given away again 
to the most needy and deserving. 
His small private fortune was nearly 
sufficient for his personal needs, 
which he limited lo the strictest 
economy that he might help others. 
He had adopted a law of charity, 
and he was learning its value where 
it was most applicable, and his heart 
was made glad over his daily dis- 
coveries and triumphs. His love 
for humanity was intensified and 
justified by his dwelling among the 
very lowest. 

To the children of the street he 
was a friend and a philosopher and 
a guide. His car heard their little 
complaints and his voice soothed 
their sorrows, while he could always 
find a substitute for the old shoe 
which was lost, and a cure for the 
tried temper. He was master of all 
the languages of sorrow and pover- 
ty in the saddest slum of New York, 
so that his words, his kindly man- 
ner and his generous sympathy 
needed no interpreter. Thus lived 
M. Gydion, proletaire. 

M. C.VniON. 31 

One afternoon as I approached 
the Ark, I noticed a throng about 
the ".entrance. Kear, sadness and 
anxiety were depicted on the hum- 
ble conntenances of men and wo- 
men, and children in rags and bare 
feet were sobbing piteously. On 
entering I found an oflicer in charge. 
M. Gydion was dead. He was ly- 
ing on his bed as though in a most 
peaceful sleep. Evidently death 
had withdrawn him without strug- 
gle or pain, and his noble face was 
glorified with the light of that stead- 
fast purpose which had made his 
life worthy and successiui. My 
right to care for his body was not 
disputed by the proper authorities, 
for M. Gydion had left a paper in 
his desk making me his executor 
and bequeathing to me his humble 

When we conveyed his body to 
its final resting place, after a prayer 
by a missionary of the neighbor- 
hood, no one dreamed of the char- 
acter and majesty of the spirit that 
had presided over Noah's Ark. 
The humble dweiiers in Slum Alley 

32 M. GVD!l)N. 

and adjacent hamlets, knew that 
they had lost their best earthly 
friend. Little children, whose life 
knew no sunshine of home, sobbed 
their grief aroinid his coffin, and be- 
fore it was closed laid their hands 
gently upon the one face that always 
smiled lovingly upon them. 

I alone knew that at the mention 
of his name thousands throughout 
the land would have been roused to 
fulsome recognition, and the patriot- 
ism which had been (orgotten and 
neglected would have caused the 
living to crave the right to build a 
monument to the dead. But 1 kept, 
and 1 still keep, my secret, with 
something like a feeling of revenge.